Dammit, kid. Where's my laxative?

Friday Night Fights. Tonight: Raymond Burr.

From the film CROSSFIRE.

There are no words to add to this photo.

Mitch and Martin Balsam, who always has an expression like he just emptied his bowels.

Yo, I'm talking to you. We need more photos for the damn blog.

It's finally summer, baby.

Now that's the life, I tell you...

Enjoy the holiday.

Well, at least L'il Psycho has some good taste in his tagging skills.

A little early for Friday Night Fights, but what the hell.

I have this look to my face when I wake up on Monday mornings. But I never made the cover of the Rolling Stone.

And now I'm going to do an impersonation of your crazy Uncle Wayne...

The first crime noir western. Really. Go ask anyone.

Luke Doolin gets all the honeys in THUNDER ROAD. Plus, he gets to live in a b&w world.

Keep your helmet on when the shit starts flying...

Tuesdays and Wednesdays on the job.

Tuesdays and Wednesdays on the job.

The look and pose is pretty much me fifteen minutes into work on any given Monday.

Smoke 'em if you got 'em.

Mitch or McQueen? You make the call.

Hipsville, baby.